Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.